"I just wanted you to be well, I want to see you getting better," he continued, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. "I want to understand what's happening to you!" Where were these withdrawal symptoms coming from? These nightmares, this trauma, he didn't understand where it was coming from, but he wanted to help. Was that so wrong?
Zhou Yuxi's expression didn't soften. If anything, it grew colder.
"You wanted to help by ignoring what I explicitly told you I didn't want," she said flatly. "That's not helpful, Yunchen. That's control disguised as concern. Am not so sick that I can't even tell it myself...."
The words hit their mark with devastating precision.
Mu Yunchen felt something crack inside his chest, something that had been holding steady through everything, through the blood and the body and the cleanup, finally splintering under the weight of her rejection.
